Faerietale Endings Fall Ball 2022 Locked

It was time... Today was the day of the fall ball, Quinn had not managed to find anyone to go with. So she arrived by herself, The things she had with her were her enchanted backpack, that had some things in it. Not to much, She definitely could have put more in it. She didn't want it to get heavy though. And there could be some things that she could pick up here.

Bear was back at her dorm, she wasn't sure if she could bring him here... Quinn was almost positive that he would have liked it. In any case she was here. She was ready for anything it would toss at her. Looking around she saw some people she knew. A lot of people acutely, more then she thought. She would have gone up to a few of them Like Colin, or Lily, but they would probably have people with them. They were very nice, so who wouldn't want to go with them?

She smiled to herself, happy that everyone here was happy. Then she wondered if any other people she knew would arrive. Like Charlie, or Kim. So many people were already here. Even more than normal due to the foreign students here. She adjusted her flower crown, and backpack straps. Ready for the ball to begin.

roleplaying as Eloïse Duciel interacting with Lloyd Thomas @Bailey Glade outfit [x]

08/10/2022 Evening song

Eloïse was ready. At least that's what she hoped. She put a few last pins in her red beret so that it would hold up well all evening. She didn't know how Lloyd would be dressed but she had opted for a cream shirt, a red skirt and a pale green corsage. Long black leather boots and her red beret completed her outfit. Eloïse smiled as she took one last look in the mirror and smiled as she heard a knock at the door. Probably Lloyd coming to get her.
Her smile widened when she saw that she and Lloyd had matched outfits without knowing each other's. The boy handed her a bouquet of flowers which Eloïse thought was beautiful.
— Ma chère! Vous êtes très belle! si belle! Devrions nous nous rendre au bal maintenant? Darling! you look … amazing! so beautiful! should we head up the ball now?
— Tu es aussi très élégant. Allons-y. Je suis sûre que ce sera une exellente soirée. You are also very elegant. Let's go. I'm sure it's going to be a great evening.
It wasn't. Eloïse was dreading the moment when she would see Astoria. She dreaded the arguments that would inevitably break out, turning a beautiful space into a battlefield. But she hid it, because showing it was not what people expected of her.
Hand in hand, Lloyd and Eloïse arrived in the courtyard of the castle, which was beautifully decorated. She knew that Muggle decorations were very different, so Eloïse watched for her partner's reaction. As she expected, he looked amazed.
— Ca change des petites décoration moldues, n'est-ce pas?It's a change from the little Muggle decorations, isn't it?

Blue in English, Red in Korean

Eun-ji was nervous. To others, she may have looked as calm and graceful as ever but inside she was all over the place. She never felt like this before any of the other balls she attended. Yes, the witch always wished to be a good company and she also made sure she looked nice but she was never this insecure about her look. The reason for this of course was that this time, she was accompanied by someone she actually liked. Eun-ji still didn't want to dwell on that particular fact but at the very least she was willing to admit it to herself. After all, there was no reason to tell anybody else. Flash was a dear friend and if that's what they were fated to remain she'd consider herself immensely lucky as it was. She didn't dare to hope for more. Well...it's not like you can do anything about it now. The Ravenclaw scolded herself as she inspected her mirror reflection one last time. There was no plan B hiding in her suitcase. “I’m leaving. You be good, okay?” She bid goodbye to Mordred before finally leaving the tower. It was a long way down and she didn’t want Flash to wait.

When the theme was announced, the witch instantly knew who she was going to use as an inspiration. Minus the bubbly personality, she identified with Rapunzel the most. Well, the Disney portrayal of her at least. She liked to draw, was pretty good with animals, enjoyed dancing, adored flowers, reading and so much more. She also had a bit of a fucked-up family that simultaneously made her feel lonely AND suffocated. She did read the Grimms' version of the fairytale as well but it has been a hot minute so Eun-ji couldn’t really tell how much of that applied to their version. Learned from past experience, the girl didn't even bother to write her parents and sent a letter to her grandmother instead. She gave her the colors associated with Rapunzel, that being pink, purple and gold, and she also hinted that any flower detail would be much appreciated. What she eventually got was precisely what she's expected. Mrs. Hunt did follow her instructions to a certain degree but she opted for a more regal look. She didn't need a princess, she wanted a queen. In a way, Eun-ji thought it was somewhat fitting since she was often perceived more grown up than most of her peers but she also hated standing out. Thankfully, with all the schools joining the event and so many beautiful dresses gathered at one place, the girl doubted that would be the case. Happy or not, she had to make peace with her outfit. The only change she’s done was to decorate her crown with dried flowers so that at least fit the Grimms' part of the theme. She wondered what Flash would think when he saw her... Then again he wouldn’t tell her even if he didn’t like it so there was no reason to ponder about it too much.

Speaking of Flash, where was he? They agreed to meet at the entrance but with the amount of people flooding in, it wasn’t necessarily easy to spot him right away. Ah…found you. The witch smiled to herself when she finally spotted the handsome young man already waiting for her. Making sure to approach him from an angle where he could clearly see her, the witch greeted her date for the evening. “Hey.” She was feeling excited yet strangely shy. “I’m guessing the cardigan couldn’t make it this time?” Eun-ji teased the boy momentarily before slipping back to her usual gentle smile, reserved only for those closest to her heart. “You look great.” She said with with the utmost sincerity.

Interacting with: @ Flash Holmwood

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Mikael walked into the room a disgruntled look sat heavily across his usually stoic face. A sight that was rarely seen by those around him. The collar of his costume was bound tightly together by buttons and loops. The frills that lined the top of the collar itched at his neck. Making the entire thing far more unbearable. He really was not sure what he was even supposed to be. Seeing how the costume had been provided to him by the white-haired boy himself. A frown tugged his lips down further as he brought a finger up to try and adjust the collar to something more manageable.

In truth, he was really unsure why he had agreed to Valentin's request to join the rest of their tent group in matching outfits. He was also unsure why he even agreed to go to this ball in the first place. The number of people packed within these four walls made his hair stand on end. He could practically feel their eyes upon him, and he hated it. 'Did he have to give me something so flashy?' he thought to himself vaguely as he looked down at the red cape that hung off his shoulders. The boy glanced about the ballroom as he began to wonder where the white-haired boy had gone off to. It had taken Mikael quite a bit longer to get ready compared to his other teammates, and had walked alone to the ball. Though rather than pampering himself in the bathroom he had fidgeted with the damn fucking collar for thirty minutes. With the thought in his mind, Mikael annoyingly grabbed at the collar, shifting away from an irritated patch of skin. Though, there was no use as the fabric easily shifted back over it. A part of him could not help but be glad that he grew up with no constraints to wear such things. Thought it wasn't like they had a choice.

Mikael let out a silent sigh as he turned his gaze down towards the punch bowl contemplating taking some. Though, he would not be surprised if the Hogwarts students had taken to spiking the punch bowl in an effort to take down their competition. It dawned on Mikael he probably should warn Yefim away from eating anything presented to him. Though, he doubted something so trivial could ever harm something as great as Yefim. Mikael glanced down at the staff in his right hand. A part of him wanted to throw it down onto the table, or somebody else, but Valentin had seemed fairly adamant he wore all parts of the costume. The boy sighed in an annoyed manner. Mikael looked out among the crowd debating whether or not to venture forth to find Yefim and Valentin. Here upon his island, he looked out into the sea of people. Should he move forth and venture across the deep dark sea? Mikael frowned slightly before slowly moving forward. A surreal feeling overwhelmed him as he pushed forward. Onward and Onward. The want to find his cove. A safe place to put up for the night.

Mentions: @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood, @Flash Holmwood

Yasha stood outside of the Koldovstoretz cabins, waiting for Oksana to make her appearance. Maybe it was okay to have arrived and entered the Great Hall without her, but it definitely wasn't okay to arrive at the ball without her as well. He knew that much. The problem was.... where was she? Did it really take this long for girls to get ready. All he had done to get ready for this was bathed well, applied a light oil that smelled of firewood and pine trees that his father had given him, and gotten dressed. What possibly could be taking her any longer to do than that?

He pulled at the ends of his sleeves, smoothed down his white and red traditional Russian shirt, and put his hands in his pockets with an exasperated sigh. He took a sharp breath in and a sharp breath out to send his hair fluffing up out of his face, revealing his one cloudy blue eye, before smoothing it down and deciding the approach the door. Then stepping back after deciding that knocking would be impolite. He was sure that she knew he was waiting for her right. Well, no. Probably not. How would she know how long it would take him to get ready.

Yasha approached the door to the Koldovstoretz ladies' dorm once again a rapped three times. "Hello ladies. This is Yasha Volkov and I am here to go to the ball with Oksana once she is ready. Thank you." He called, then stepped back, putting his pale hands in his pockets, to wait for Oksaka to either exit or to let him know she would need more time.

He turned to look at the castle and watched with a bored expression as hundred of students headed towards it and inside.

She had to give credit where it was due. The courtyard was beautiful -- the dreamy night sky held twinkling stars above their head and the space around them held trademarks of the inventive theme of the evening. Fairy lights illuminated the area in a soft romantic glow of light and Soraia felt a spark of excitement for the first time since they arrived. It was a gorgeous night and absolutely anything could happen. How could she be anything but excited? There was no date on her arm and no friends surrounding her but she felt completely at ease as she gracefully moved throughout the courtyard. Her red gown sparkled (with help from the fairy lights and moonlight up above), her heels resounded against the cold stone, and her cloak shielded her from the night's breeze. With the hood covering her braided hair, she felt warm.

Inspired by the Grimm fairytale theme, Soraia had taken on the mantle of Little Red Cap -- better known as Little Red Riding Hood. The bodice and tulle silk tulle skirt had little reflective gems in them and it made her sparkle with every step she took. Soso wore a red cloak over the dress -- the cloak opening every time she lifted her arms or moved. All in all, it was a very put together look. One she'd help craft with her mother. Soraia made a note to take have several photos taken before the night was over.

As she swanned about the courtyard, smiling at each little recreation, screaming quietly when the fake ravens perched above made noise, and laughing with people she didn't know -- Soraia spotted a face that was vaguely familiar to her. A lower classman she'd sat with at the opening feast. At first, she wanted to go make conversation but thought that perhaps they had a date. What had been his name? Sherlock? Is that what the others uttered? Since she didn't know for sure, the most she did was sent the smaller boy a friendly wave -- encouraging him since he was standing alone. But he didn't seem to notice. She watched him wander off and made a note to find him later on.

Soraia made her way to the feast, grabbing a goblet from the table. She would get herself a nice drink! Patience was key as she waded through students, eventually making her way to the bowl. Before she could even fill the goblets, she began to admire the attire of a student. ❛ Ah. I like your outfit, ❜ the third year said softly in English, glancing at him with a smile before continuing, ❛ Que lindo poncho. Ah! E suas botas. Maravilhoso. ❜ "What a beautiful poncho. Ah! And your boots. Marvelous." She knew his face to be one of a Castelobruxo student. He'd been at the opening feast as well.

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WORD COUNT: 472
ACTIONS: soraia arrives at the ball, entertains herself with taking in the sights, and begins to make friends.
STATS: ST • 9 | EV • 8 | STR • 4‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ | WI • 9 | AR • 5 | AC • 10
ABILITIES: advanced casting, comprehend languages, & spell spread

Fall Ball Date : @David Howard Interacting with : Open Word Count : 212

October 8th, 2022 : Date Entered the courtyard : Actions Fall Ball Gown : Outfit

IJ

Naturally, this place being Hoggys and this event being a ball, Colin quickly learned there would likely be no peace. There certainly looked to be a lot of fellow students arriving. Older kids who he had never seen outside the great hall at meal times or perhaps in passing as he dashed through the corridors and whose names he probably couldn't put to the faces he was seeing if he'd heard them began to arrive.

Colin reckoned there would be quite a bit of snogging this evening. And quite possibly rather more exciting activities as well!

Quite a few kids his age were already wandering around. From his vantage point in the corner by the thick vines, Colin saw that fellow Slytherin Lily Blaze was already here. He wondered if she'd come with some friend or if she too was alone. Purple dress and purple shoes. She looked like a faerie tale treat indeed! Quite possibly of the ginger bread house sort. Bailey was there. He'd heard that she had a boy friend last year, and was then interested in that silly Gryffindor boy Dexter. He wondered if she'd found someone new for this year. He recognised the purple haired girl, a Ravenclaw named Sirin.

Following Colin's nose, his eyes gravitated towards the table heaped with food of all kinds. He decided to stock up. He tucked some hard cheese away in his pocket and a small loaf of bread. He really wasn't hungry, so he didn't eat anything right away.

Heading back towards his shadow veiled corner, he jumped up into one of the arched openings and crouched himself down comfortably. Uhuu had taken up station in a nearby branch and Colin wrapped his black cloak around himself. Not for warmth --- 50s was still shirtless weather as far as Colin was concerned --- but for concealment.

So far no one had noticed him, and he felt relieved.

Other students began drifting in. One Colin knew already by voice. "RRAAAWWWRRR, OIMMM DAH ANKLE MONS'AHHH!!!" The Ankle Monster!? He had no idea what story the Ankle Monster came out of, but he knew instantly by the treacle thick accent that Jannette Applebottom had arrived on the scene! The fellow Snake sure knew how to make an entrance! Rebecca and Irina would make the trifecta complete!

Several princesses arrived, one of whom he knew to be yet another Slytherin girl. Beatrice something --- Dupont! That was it. First year. He rememberd her from the feast. His friend and fellow Scot, Beatrice Langstreth arrived shortly afterwards and Colin also noted the purple hair that belonged to Keith. Funny how they'd become good friends so quickly. Though kind of sad --- Colin really didn't feel much like running around like his usual self. He drew his cloak up around his nose, hoping the lad wouldn't notice him.

But he himself couldn't help but notice when the most beautiful girl of the evening arrived. Clair. She was gorgeous! He long brown hair was all done up in multiple braids and she wore a blue dress just like you see in the books of faerie stories! Her silver belt glinted in the fairy lights and she moved with grace. He smiled. Sensible shoes. That's my girl! he thought.

He knew now, of course, that she'd have gone with him to the ball if he'd asked her a little sooner. But he did wonder who managed to steal her away from him. Some lucky lad? Better not be Keith! He knew it wouldn't be Kim. Perhaps a friend had asked her in stead? Her best friend, he knew, was Simon --- but he was already spoken for by his own best friend, Fyre Angel!

"Lily! Hi!" Colin heard Clair's voice about the same he heard Keith's. "Colin? It's Keith."

Crap. He'd been found out. "Grr---!" Colin stopped himself before his growling got any louder or longer. He clenched his fists in disappointment. He'd have to learn to control that better. "Um. Sorry Keith." He looked over at the dapper young princeling from his perch in the courtyard wall. "It's, you know, that time of the month." He changed the subject quickly, not wanting to dwell on his own sorrows. "Ayo. You smell exceedingly --- clean --- this evening! And you look sharp! Crown and all!"

He made room for Keith to join him if he wanted to. He nodded over towards Clair and Lily. "That's Clair! In the blue dress, with the awesome brown hair!" He smiled wanly. "My mate Lily got her first. But tell me this: who did you dress up all spiffy for, eh laddie?" He gave Keith what he imagined might be interpreted as a sly wink. It probably wasn't, though. This was all pretty new to him too!

@Keith Moore || @Clair Fernandez | @Lily Blaze || Mentions: @Jannette Applebottom | @Irina Sousa | @Rebecca Loops

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Dave - #fff79e
Matthew - #358e57
George - #9c350b

As a second year student, I had attended Hogwarts last year and while I was there, I found out that each year, there was a fall ball in the fall and a spring ball in the spring and it was because of this knowledge that me and my younger brother Matthew came to Hogwarts prepared for the upcoming fall ball with our costumes in our trunks. Then, once the ball was announced under the name Faerietale Endings, I had the challenge of finding myself a date, a challenge that I overcame the Sunday before the ball itself by being in the right place at the right time, although that was it’s own separate story that I’d rather not talk about right now.

Anyways, the story starts out with me in my dormitory, getting dressed for the evening. I first took a nice hot shower before drying myself off and having my magic toothbrush brush my teeth for me as I styled my hair. I mainly had my teeth brushed so that my breath would smell good because after all, quite a bit of time had passed since I had brushed my teeth in the morning. And as an extra measure, I popped a sting of tooth flossing stringmints into my mouth to floss my teeth while I put on my attire. First, I put on my white shirt and buttoned it up before putting on a tie and tying it up the way my father had taught me to when I was seven years old. Next, I pulled on my pair of crew socks and then proceeded to do the same with my dress pants before sipping them up and putting on my belt, sliding it in between the belt loops until it came around full circle at which point I buckled it up. I then put on my dress shoes and tied them up as tight as I could so that they wouldn’t come loose later on after which I put on my jacket, my pair of Gentleman’s Slapping Gloves (not that I was planning to use them), and my black trench coat inside of which I placed my blackthorn wand. And finally, I put on my golden scarf before climbing down the rope ladder leading from the top floor of my dormitory to the bottom one and exiting my dorm.

Once I was out in the Hufflepuff Common Room, I crossed the vast room and opened the circle door before exiting and making my way over to the courtyard outside of the castle where the ball was supposed to take place. As I stepped out onto the stone pavement, I noticed a chilly breeze blowing on my face, making my hair and my trench coat billow behind me a little bit. There was also music being played and although the source of it was unknown, I couldn’t help but think about how well it fit in with the setting. I looked around the courtyard and noticed that there were references to fairy tales everywhere but the one that caught my attention more than the other ones was family of magnificent swans, one of which was embracing an smaller, uglier one. Off to their side, a family of ducks watched and as I took in the sight, I was immediately reminded of the fairy tale I once heard as a kid about the ugly duckling who grew up into a magnificent swan. Other then this, I noticed the table on the far side of the court yard full of delicious food that I would hopefully get to eat later if I didn’t get too carried away during the ball itself.

Having taken in my surroundings, I began looking around for my date Daphne and as I looked around, I spotted my brother Matthew talking to his friend George and I had the sudden urge to come over and quickly greet him. We had promised each other earlier that we wouldn’t hang out each other during the ball so as not to distract each other from our dates, but seeing as he wasn’t with his yet, I decided to go over to him and greet him real quick before going back to looking for. Daphne who was supposed to be my date. But then I realized that I could just get his attention with one of my gloves. I quickly took off the white glove from my left hand and sent it flying over to him before controlling the glove to tap him on the shoulder two times. He quickly turned around and I made the glove face me and once I had his attention, I waved over.

He gave me a jealous look that said “Showoff” before coming over with his friend and jokingly saying: “I thought we were it supposed to hang out with each other.”. I put my glove back onto my hand before saying “Oh, I didn’t want to hang out, I just wanted to say a quick hello. I mean, after all, neither of us has found our date yet, am I right?”. And that just started a whole conversation which albeit short, was longer then any of us had intended it to be.
“No, you’re right. In fact, George and I were just looking for our dates, right George?”
“Yeah, that’s right, I’m looking for a long haired blonde, a bit taller the Matthew, dunno what color her dress is.”
“Ooh, my date also has blond hair but with black roots coming out of her hair. She looks like Amanda’s friend Catherine but older and prettier.”
“So she looks like your guy’s sisters friend?”
“Yup. Anyways, I think we should leave now so that we don’t get to distracted.”
“Yeah, because it’s not like we didn’t already get very distracted. Anyways, you two have fun and enjoy your evening. And make sure it’s with your dates, not with each other, you guys will have plenty of time for that when the ball is over”.
“Oh, don’t you worry about that, we don’t intend on disappointing our dates by being together all evening.”
“He’s right Dave. Anyways, you enjoy your evening as well.”

And with those words, the pair left me to myself. I watched them leave before starting to look for Daphne and it only took me about a minute to find her. She was standing alone in a sparkling golden sleeveless dress and I only hopped that it didn’t have any glitter on it. Not that it’d be hard to get rid of if I got it on myself or my clothes as I knew a bit of magic, but it’d still be annoying to get some on me. I started walking towards her and before I knew it, I was standing in front of her. Making eye contact with her, I said “Hey Daphne, are you enjoying your evening so far?”.
Mentioning @Daphne Sapphirus.
Inventory:
1. Wand
2. Gentleman’s Slapping Gloves

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Was it possible to have a better theme for a ball than fairytales? It seemed near impossible to one fourth year, who squealed like a baby piglet upon seeing the first poster and practically sprinted (the most exercise she'd participated in for a few weeks) to the owlery to write home. The fourth year in question? Lucia Fox - because of course it was. Having longed to live in the world of fairytales since her parents had read Sleeping Beauty to her as a baby, Lucia was already giddy at the promise of an incredible evening as she wrote to Ebony, describing the theme and her ideas for her costume. Because, obviously, she had to go in costume. This was such a perfect opportunity to dress up as a fantasy character! And not just a wizarding fantasy character, either - most wizarding fantasy wasn't fantasy at all because it only slightly tweaked the laws of very real magic. Muggles, in Lucia's experience, had a lot more imagination when it came to the 'impossible' (or so they thought), which was possibly why she loved reading their books, and fairytales, so much. So when Lucia asked for Ebony to find her a fairy - or 'faerie', as it had been spelled on the poster - costume she made sure to specify that she meant the Muggle version of the creature, and crossed her fingers that Ebony would agree.

And Ebony (or, more likely, the house elf Rosa) had followed through perfectly on Lucia's request. The Hufflepuff truly felt like she could fly if she tried, as though she could simply step upwards and float away on her magnificent blue wings. And magnificent was definitely the right word for them - thanks to the enlargement charm which had been performed on them, Lucia could only just touch her wingtips when she stretched out her arms as far as they would go. Maybe she'd made them too big? They were definitely an annoyance on the way down to the courtyard: Lucia had to walk sideways, crab style, or she'd take up the entire corridor. At least the ball was outside, so she should be fine.

Before actually entering the courtyard, Lucia flipped open her enchanted compact to ensure that her makeup was spot-on. Usually, she preferred 'natural' makeup, but for today Lucia had gone all-out with some glittery blue eyeshadow as well as her regular choices. In fact, almost everything was blue about Lucia today, since she'd decided to keep her hair the same colour as it usually was - a gradient of black to deep blue - and her wings were a light blue like the sky. Maybe she should have chosen blue earrings to match? Well, it was too late now. The star studs would have to do. And either way, she looked beautiful, Lucia knew it.

Content with her appearance, Lucia entered the courtyard just about on time for the beginning of the ball. There wouldn't be any dancing for this fourth year just yet, though - she was far too busy admiring the way that the courtyard had been transformed into a fairytale lover's dream come true. Even disregarding the idyllic sky and near-full moon, everywhere Lucia looked she could see little reminders of the stories she'd grown up on. Lucia twirled a little, taking it all in, before she noticed the trail of pumpkins. "Hm..." A few other people were exploring the trail, and Lucia followed.

inventory: wand, comb of vanity, cosmetic puff, tissues